Chapter 1Scarlett's POV
I shove my textbooks aside with a frustrated sigh and let my forehead drop onto the table.
A groan escapes me.
This homework is absolutely killing me.
I'm not stupid—I've got one of the highest GPAs at Riverside Prep—but right now I'm seriously wondering what bombing this advanced anatomy class will do to my ranking.
It's impossibly hard. Confusing. The terminology is so complicated I can barely pronounce half the words, let alone understand what they mean.
And Mom? She's absolutely zero help.
All she does is shop at Nordstrom and sip overpriced cosmopolitans with her country club friends.
She stopped caring about what happens in my life years ago.
When I was little, it was just the two of us. She worked two jobs and I tried my best to behave when Mrs. Patterson from next door watched me.
Then she met my stepdad, Dominic.
Dominic was tall, gorgeous, and loaded. Once they started dating, he took Mom to five-star restaurants, charity galas, and elaborate European vacations—always paying for a nanny because Mom said he didn't want a kid tagging along.
But I figured out later it wasn't Dominic who didn't want me there.
It was Mom.
Once we moved into his massive estate in the hills, Dominic and I grew close. He became my Daddy in every way that mattered.
He helped with homework. He was patient and kind.
His full-time chef, Mrs. Calloway, noticed my interest in the kitchen and started teaching me to cook and bake. It became my favorite way to unwind.
And Mom?
The second someone else took over raising me, she completely checked out.
We pass each other in the hallways sometimes, but we barely speak unless she's making some snide comment about my body or my clothes or something equally cruel.
She and Dominic don't even share a bedroom anymore.
I think they're only married for appearances at this point.
But I don't mind. It gives Daddy and me time to bond, and we're closer than ever now.
He's my rock. He never lets me put myself down, and he always shuts Mom down if he hears her say anything negative.
I love when he hugs me and presses a kiss to my forehead. It makes me feel cherished. Protected. Loved.
I'm so small compared to Daddy—just five-two to his six-five.
When he wraps those strong arms around me, I know I'm safe.
My hair is deep auburn and falls past my waist. My eyes are bright blue with a light scatter of freckles across my nose and cheeks.
Daddy says I'm the epitome of the girl-next-door.
I know I'm pretty, but I love it when Daddy showers me with compliments and affection.
Sometimes I catch myself playing up the innocent act just to get more cuddles from him.
The garage door rumbles open.
I roll my neck so I'm looking toward the door, my head still resting on the table.
Keys jangle as they hit the dish in the mudroom.
Daddy's home.
I watch his broad shoulders fill the doorway, those thick muscular arms swinging at his sides, and I sigh at how ridiculously handsome he is.
His strong jaw. Dark tousled hair. Those whiskey-colored eyes that always seem to see right through me.
My body warms whenever he's near. I never know what to do with the feeling, but I know I like being close to him.
"Hey, Firefly," he says with a grin, tilting his head. "What's wrong?"
"This class is so hard," I groan, pouting. "I hate it."
Daddy chuckles as he walks over, drops a kiss on my temple, and glances down at my work.
"Anatomy, huh? That can be fun," he says with a smirk, running his fingers through my hair.
"It's not fun, Daddy. It's awful!"
My sudden movement tangles his fingers in my hair.
He carefully untangles them, then pinches my chin and tilts my face up to meet his eyes.
"I know we can make it fun, baby."
"You think?"
"I know," he says with a grin, leaning down to brush his lips against mine—quick and sweet.
I sigh softly.
I love when he's affectionate like this.
"Where's your mother?" he asks after pulling away.
I roll my eyes. "She left about an hour ago with a suitcase. Said she's doing a girls' weekend in Napa."
"Perfect. She'd just be a distraction anyway," he tells me. "I'm gonna go grab a shower, then we'll buckle down and get all this drilled into you."
He winks.
My stomach flutters.
"Thank you, Daddy! You're the best!"
"Anything for my sweet girl."
Knowing Daddy's going to help me study makes all the tension drain from my shoulders.
I'm sure he'll be able to make me understand how it all works.
Dominic's POV
I can't wipe the grin off my face as I head into my private wing of the house.
Scarlett turned eighteen six weeks ago, and since that day I haven't been able to stop watching her.
Her tiny body. Those curves. The way she looks at me with those big blue eyes.
One of my hands can span the entire width of her smooth back.
My sweet girl is kind and generous—nothing like her mother, who had me completely fooled from day one.
When I met Vanessa ten years ago, I was instantly drawn to her. She had this shy, demure energy and a killer body. You'd never have guessed she had a kid.
We met at a farmer's market and talked for over an hour. Her big innocent eyes and flowing blonde hair reeled me in.
I asked her to dinner. That led to another. And another.
Soon we were jetting off on trips together, and I was paying for what she said was a dog sitter.
Turns out the "dog sitter" money was actually for a nanny for her daughter.
When I asked her to move in, she finally came clean about Scarlett—because obviously the kid would have to live here too.
I was pissed. Not because she had a child, but because she'd lied and left her little girl home alone while we lived it up.
She smoothed it over by saying she couldn't bear to let another man break her daughter's heart.
I got that. My own mom was a single mother, and watching men cycle in and out messed me up. It's one reason we barely speak now.
When Vanessa and Scarlett moved in, I fell in love with that little girl immediately.
Things changed fast after Vanessa and I got married.
Her selfish, materialistic side took over. The sweet woman I thought I loved vanished.
I would've left her years ago if it weren't for Scarlett.
If I'd divorced Vanessa back then, I would've lost my girl.
Lucky for me, Vanessa and I barely see each other now. We only talk when she buys something outrageous—which is happening more and more lately.
I'm fed up with her. After a talk with Scarlett, I'm hoping she'll be okay with me divorcing her mom.
She just needs to know she'll always have a place with me.
And now that she needs help with anatomy homework? I'm thinking of all the ways I can teach her everything she needs to know.
I turn on the shower and strip out of my button-down and slacks.
My cock is already half-hard just thinking about the lesson Scarlett and I are about to have.
As I step under the hot spray, I close my eyes and picture my sweet baby lounging by the pool last weekend.
That tiny string bikini barely covering her. Her perky tits. That tight little ass.
I grip my dick and start stroking, imagining my hands roaming her body.
Sliding over her flat stomach. Cupping her perfect breasts. Her nipples hardening under my touch.
"Fuuuuck," I groan as my release builds fast.
Thick ropes of cum burst from my tip and splatter against the shower wall.
I keep stroking slowly, squeezing my sensitive head, milking out every last drop.
Damn, that felt good.
It's been too long since I've fucked anyone, and my cock has been aching for attention.
This anatomy lesson is coming at just the right time.
And it looks like we have an entire long weekend alone to make sure my girl understands everything for her class.
Chapter 2
Scarlett's POV
I'm checking the fridge when Daddy comes back into the kitchen after his shower.
I hear his footsteps and stand up.
"You hungry, Scarlett?" he asks as he enters.
He's wearing those loose gray joggers and a fitted black T-shirt that hugs his chest and shoulders perfectly.
He looks so fresh and ridiculously handsome, my heart skips a beat.
"Not yet," I answer, still holding the fridge door open. "Just looking to see what we have for dinner later."
"What do you say we order pizza and veg out on the couch tonight after we study?"
"Really?" I spin around with a huge smile and do a little happy dance.
He chuckles and reaches out to tickle my stomach.
"Really, baby. I'm craving pizza and I don't want us to have to cook tonight."
"Daddy!" I squirm under his fingers.
He bops my nose and winks at me.
"Let's have a look at that anatomy book and see if we can help you remember everything."
"Ugh," I groan, letting my head fall back on my shoulders. "There's just so much information, and the words are impossible to remember."
"I know, baby. But I think if we study the practice of anatomy, it'll help you remember. For me, it's always easier to retain information when I can put actions to terminology."
"Okay, if you say so..." I grumble, but still follow him.
He smiles. "I do. Let's get comfortable in the living room. This could take a while."
We gather my things and make our way to the deep oversized sectional.
I curl up in the corner with my back against the armrest and stretch my legs out toward him.
"Okay, let's see that book. Tell me what's got you banging your head on the table."
I hand him the textbook, already open to the chapter on reproductive organs.
"Hmm, reproduction... This kind of anatomy," he says gently.
"What's the matter?" I ask, confused.
"Nothing, I mean that's a tricky one," he coughs a little.
"I know, Daddy. It's a lot, and the teacher isn't very good. He just talks and talks without actually saying anything, and everyone just giggles the whole time. It's so distracting. I think even the teacher is embarrassed to have to teach us this stuff."
His expression turns serious. He reaches over and places his warm hand on my knee.
"I'm sorry to hear that, baby girl. There's nothing to be embarrassed about when teaching or learning about the human body. You want to be sure you understand all the pieces and parts so you can keep your body as healthy as possible."
"I know. You've always told me that, so I guess I'm just annoyed that the rest of the class doesn't feel the same."
"I get it." He pats me gently. "Let's start with the female anatomy, since you're already familiar with it."
"Okay."
"Name as many parts of the female reproductive system as you can."
"Breasts," I start, counting on my fingers. "Nipples. Vagina. Ovaries..." I trail off, thinking hard, my brows furrowed.
"That's a good start, baby. Now, can you tell me what the labia is?"
I chew on my bottom lip, trying to recall.
After a few seconds of silence, Daddy asks softly, "How about the clitoris?"
I shake my head, starting to feel disappointed in myself.
"Don't worry, you'll get it all," he reassures me. He points out different parts in the book, helping to show me where each organ is located.
"The clitoris is probably the part you know most about," he chuckles and winks at me.
I blink at him innocently.
I genuinely have no idea why he says that.
He closes the book, sets it on the coffee table, and turns to face me fully.
"Baby, do you know what the clitoris does?"
I shake my head again.
He smiles. "It's not important for reproduction, but it's a major factor in a woman's pleasure. Have you ever touched yourself before?"
"No," I admit. "Some girls talk about how amazing it feels when guys finger them, but I doubt they actually know what they're doing. I mean, they laugh at the word 'breasts,' for crying out loud!"
We both laugh.
"Hmm, well..." He pauses and looks away for a moment.
"What?"
"Well, in my opinion, the best way to learn something is by touching it or doing it. Would you be comfortable with that?"
My eyes widen and I sit up straighter, leaning closer to him.
"Y-you want me to touch myself? Right now?"
He gives me that gentle, reassuring smile.
"It's just a suggestion. Hands-on learning works best for me. And I'm here to help you, baby. You know I only want you to excel."
He reaches out, tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, and brushes his thumb across my bottom lip.
"You've grown up so fast, baby girl. You're gorgeous."
I feel my face burn.
I look down at my lap and realize my shorts have ridden up, the outline of my pussy faintly visible through the thin fabric.
"Thank you, Daddy... And yes, I want to learn."
His smile grows deeper, darker somehow.
"Perfect, sweet pea." He shifts on the couch so he faces me directly.
Chapter 3
Scarlett's POV
"Damn, baby. Your tits are perfect."
"Thank you, Daddy," I whisper, feeling shy as I lean back into the couch cushions.
My breasts bounce a little from the movement.
He groans and actually bites down on his knuckle, which makes me laugh.
"You think it's funny that Daddy's obsessed with your perky little tits?" he asks, one eyebrow raised.
I giggle softly. "I like that you think they're perfect, Daddy. I know some guys are into bigger ones, but I'm happy with mine like this."
As I'm talking, my hands move up on their own to hold my breasts, my fingers landing right where my nipples are already getting hard.
He keeps complimenting me, his voice dropping lower, and then his hand comes up to trace along the bottom curve of my breast.
Every single touch makes goosebumps spread across my skin.
When his thumb drags over my stiff nipple, I can't help but gasp.
"Does that hurt when I touch you like this, baby?"
I shake my head fast, my breathing already picking up speed.
He keeps playing with both breasts until my nipples are tight little peaks.
Then his hands drift down my body, stopping at the waistband of my shorts.
"I need to get these off so we can really see what happens... and so I can show you what your clit does."
My heart's hammering, but I lift my hips anyway.
He pulls my shorts down my legs, leaving me totally naked on the couch, knees still squeezed together.
He shifts in his joggers, adjusting himself, then puts his warm hands on my knees and rubs my thighs gently while staring at me with this hungry look.
"You're so damn beautiful, Scarlett. I've never seen a naked woman as hot as you."
"Thank you, Daddy."
I'm glowing from his words, feeling warm everywhere, and I know this moment matters.
When he gently spreads my legs and looks down at my pussy, I watch his eyes go dark—he's completely mesmerized.
"Can you show me where you think your clit is?" he asks quietly.
I bite my lower lip, feeling nervous. "Somewhere between my legs?"
He smiles, all patient and sweet. "That's right, baby girl. Let's open these legs up and we'll find it together."
I pause for just a beat, but he waits, giving me space to stop if I want.
Slowly I let my knees drop open.
His warm hands glide down the insides of my thighs, spreading them wider until my bare pussy lips part on their own.
"Baby," he breathes, voice low and almost worshipful. "Your pussy's completely bare. When'd you start shaving down here?"
"Mom made me start a few years ago," I say softly. "She told me it was gross if I didn't."
His head jerks up so fast I nearly jump.
"What?"
I nod and give a little shrug. "She said I had to keep it totally smooth because that's how you get infections or whatever."
He lets out a long breath and rubs his face with one hand.
"Baby, that's complete bullshit. Your mother doesn't know what the hell she's talking about."
"So... I don't actually have to shave?"
"You can if you like it and that's what makes you comfortable," he says honestly. "But infections don't come from pubic hair, honey. Especially if you're clean and careful. Your mother never should've told you that. Some guys like hair, some don't. It's just personal taste."
I study his face. "What do you like, Daddy?"
He smirks and looks back down at my bare pussy.
"I love your smooth little pussy, baby. It's so pretty and pink and I can see every inch of you."
"Okay." His words make me smile—I'm happy knowing he likes me exactly like this.
"Okay," he echoes with a nod and that warm smile. "Now, use your fingers and show me where you think your clit is."
My hand drifts slowly down my body until my fingers reach my entrance.
"Here?"
"Good try, baby," he says gently, "but nope. It's right here."
He carefully spreads my lips with his thumb and finger, then presses the pad of his other thumb directly onto my swollen clit.
"Oh!" I gasp, my head snapping up. My eyes lock on his hand.
"See it here?" he asks, rubbing slow, tiny circles with his thumb.
My breathing catches right away.
"Y-yeah."
"This is your clitoris, baby girl," he explains quietly. "It's basically a little bundle of nerves that feels really good when you touch it the right way."
He keeps up that gentle, steady rhythm on my clit.
"Your pussy's gonna get wet and slippery to get ready for something inside."
"Oh, Daddy. Wow. Is mine getting wet like you're saying?" I breathe out, my voice shaking.
"Mmhmm, definitely, baby. Looks like your little pussy loves getting your clit rubbed. Check it out."
He swipes his thumb down to my tight opening and back up, collecting the wetness, then holds his hand up so I can see.
"You're all slick, honey."
"Whoa. It's shiny." I reach up and touch the wetness on his thumb, then bring my finger up close to look at it. "I can smell it too. It's... I don't really know how to explain it."
"Kinda musky and sexy, I'd say," he tells me.
Then he puts his thumb in his mouth and sucks my wetness off with this deep groan.
"Mmm, and tasty as hell," he mutters, eyes shutting for a second.
"Hmm, salty," I say, copying him. I suck my own thumb clean.
His eyes fly open and I watch his dick jerk hard in his joggers—he grabs it through the fabric like he's barely holding himself back.
"You good, Daddy?"
"Fuck, baby," he says, voice rough. "I wasn't expecting you to lick your own wetness off like that. That was hot as fuck."
I giggle, feeling light and happy from his reaction.
He always knows how to make me feel amazing about myself.
"Alright, so we found your clit," he goes on, his voice a little rougher now.
"Now, that's on the outside, but inside your pussy there's another spot that feels really good when it's touched."
"Where is it? How do we find that?" I ask, curious.
"Well, I'd take my hand like this," he shows me, turning his right hand palm-up with just his middle finger sticking out toward me. "And I'd slowly slide the tip of my finger inside your pussy, like this."
His finger gently pushes into my entrance.
A little shock of sensation ripples through me from the stretch.
"Oh!"
